Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the in the world can't bring me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce funeral on Marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot than a whole gang of people thought
The last of the real hustlers, maybe not the last
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't enough money in this game, to keep me
big, I tried honest
Can't go with me on this ride
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
Where we to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, to come up in the game

Had a of dollar signs to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's lil' nigga Bleek
Reportin' to these motherfuckers live the street
I peeped those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to geese for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all those twenty eight grams
On a come up, tryin' to creep the
niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys
Find a hoodrat and to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, know I do pull it
Niggaz to kill me dog, who wouldn't?
Screw Gooden, I pitch in the
Lit off the EJ, I Dutchies with my ring finger

You find a that don't be cream, bring her
Last with Bing, he got dropped between us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and
For the who wants it?

I go to with a picture of a Porsche on my wall
Man I'm to come up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One week of this hustlin' a livin' room set
Went to Tom D's, niggaz mad, out
the Jordans, two weeks before they came out

Flashy, fly nigga
Nosy bitch from the floor like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, twist the trees, took a pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's like cancer and I'm

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word